Much to our surprise, the situation was resolved fairly quickly when we got into Glasgow and I have to say that was largely down to the fantastic organisation of the staff and volunteers working their socks off to make the games and Glasgow run without a hitch. We'd heard mixed opinions of the organisation and communication going on during the Games, but from what we experienced they were on the ball dawn till dusk which is certainly more than I would have been in the pouring Glasgow rain, dressed in an oversized poncho, waving a large foam finger in the direction of the Stadium all day. Not only were they on the ball but they were cheery as well, something I definitely wouldn't have managed!
Regardless of a few more hurdles in our day, we made it to our hostel, checking in successfully before stopping to gather our rather hectic thoughts. Our plans to get to Kelvingrove with the filming equipment were swiftly abandoned as we were running out of time so we set off for the shuttle bus with, I have to admit, not much of a clue where we were going. At this point in time it was not raining; in fact it was quite pleasant. Unfortunately it was not to stay this way and, had I paid any attention to the numerous weather forecasts - like my fellow, well prepared team - I would have taken at least an umbrella. Uncharacteristically I didn't, and anyone who was out in Glasgow yesterday evening will know what a bad decision that was.
Two hours and only a few wrong turns later, and despite resembling a drowned rat now wrapped in what can only be described as an overpriced bin liner (surprisingly warm, though), we neared Hampden Park and even I could sense the excitement building. Perhaps it was the idea of seeing all these amazing sights up close rather than on the T.V, or maybe it was the vast number of people gathering for one purpose, but there was definitely something about this wet, cold evening that made you want to jump around with excitement and say hello to everyone around you as you queued to enter the Park. And when I say vast number of people, I mean vast. The queue stretched away further than the eye could see in two different directions. Naturally we thought we were in for a long wait so we were more than a little surprised, and pleased, to find ourselves being whisked through the security tents at a nippy pace and well on our way to entering the stadium itself. Again, I can only applaud the volunteers and staff for the amazing job they did of getting everyone into the park with no fuss or hanging around.
So, with a brief thought for the poor police and police horses left out in the torrential rain, keeping an eye on the queues with a surprisingly cheery disposition, we made our way into the dry, if still a little cold, entrance to Hampden Stadium.
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